Peace and quiet;
Its a riot.
Love and adore;
Give me some more.
Deafened by the permanent swell.
The thoughts are part of my hell.
Then you add the endless drone.
From people as they bicker and moan.
Its why for me its all too much.
Let me get away from such.
Peace and quiet;
Its a riot.
Love and adore;
Give me some more.
Peace and quiet;
Its a riot.
Love and adore;
Give me some more.
Angry bodies in roiling waters.
No one is willing to give quarters.
And so the world is always at war.
Death and misery should’ve become a chore.
One banished to the undergrowth.
Instead upon it we make our vicious oath.
Peace and quiet;
Its a riot.
Love and adore;
Give me some more.
Peace and quiet;
Its a riot.
Love and adore;
Give me some more.
But this all keeps coming.
Because we are succumbing,
Feeding ancient tendencies,
Pretending its not beneath our seas.
The surface shows our true reflection.
At no point have we abandoned deception.
Rather we have doubled down.
Simply realigned the crooked crown.
And its just to hide the actual truth.
That humanity has not left its youth.
Instead we revel in the torment.
Continue on with hate and comment.
With society is our thin veil.
One that often does slip and fail.
Peace and quiet;
Start a riot.
Love and adore;
Kicked to the floor.
Peace and quiet;
Lust to riot.
Love and adore;
Obsessed with war.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 